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7 June 2011 Comments Off on ***

Summer came today,
its heat heady
as an old-fashioned rose.
Our dinner is waiting,
cooling in the fridge, basil
mingling its sweet anise flavor
into the tomatoes and peppers,
to pop pleasantly on tongue and teeth.
The yearly sparrow
arrived yesterday,
come back to claim his place,
proclaiming from the front step
his voice trilling loudly over
any other bird song,
“here I am.”

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